Two weeks, two days
- lindaglamour
- Dec 4, 2017
- 1 min read
I've reached that tipping point which lies between the time to when boarding my flight is ages away and the other side, where I can begin the countdown and it is now only two weeks, two days till departure. This has been an agonising wait between my last journey and this. I do not remember boarding my flight from Heathrow to return to Australia in November, 2016. I did not want to and I did not settle easily upon my return.
So much of my time thus far this year has been spent focusing on the practicalities of life; definitely necessary however there have been many days that my only motivation has been knowing the $ raised was for future travel plans. And now, my reward is back to the UK for Christmas and the New Year. My head is full of Christmas lights and sparkle. Instagram is full of pictures of the lights of Regent St. and Oxford St. The chandelier lights are swinging down the strasse of Vienna and the celebrated Christmas markets are open for business. Snow is dusting Dartmoor hills. I couldn't be happier.
I have looked for signs pointing me in the direction I want to go...and I found them.
I counted down the days and they are flying by.
I scour the Socials that update me on the weather, where to get good coffee and the markets I should wander, and I am tantalised.
I am like a drowning woman knowing that when I board the plane I shall be safe, I shall find peace and most importantly, in travelling I shall come home to my true self.